I'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my pocketI-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesomeNah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop.Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frostyThat people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanineDressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are greenDraped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to meProbably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets(Piiisssssss)But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments

No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)Velour jumpsuit and some house slippersDookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboardI bought a ski blanket, then I bought a kneeboardHello, hello, my ace man, my MelloJohn Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell noI could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell thoseThe sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocketI-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesomeI'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocketI-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesome

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?

I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage

One man's trash, that's another man's come-upThank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt'Cause right now I'm up in her skirtI'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section (Uptons)Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammyI'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfuckerThe built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfuckerI hit the party and they stop in that motherfuckerThey be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."Limited edition, let's do some simple additionFifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)I call that getting tricked by a businessThat shirt's hella doughAnd having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don'tPeep game, come take a look through my telescopeTryna get girls from a brand and you hella won'tMan you hella won't(Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)

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